[Jackflash Jump]

Taylor...Trachtenberg/Knightley would make for a great match up.  I'm just sayin'. 

[Taylor Hawkins]

Taylor...Trachtenberg/Knightley would make for a great match up.  I'm just sayin'. 

After the way Michelle trounced Tay Swift in the polls, Keira would have her work cut out for her! I?ll get it on the next PPV for ya

[Jackflash Jump]

Kaley Cuoco vs Leighton Meester



Kaley let out a sharp yelp as a jolt shot from her tailbone up her spine.  As she moaned in pain, Leighton gave a sinister smirk, her steely legs wrapped tight around the seated blonde's waist, while from behind her, Meester's hand held tight to Cuoco's flaxen mane.

"You got a good bounce on that one," the brunette purred.  "Shall we try for a better one?"  "No, no, noooooooo!" Kaley pleaded as her body was lifted up off of the floor by the power of her opponent's legs, only to bring her crashing back down with a keister bump (or "Meester Bump" as Leighton demands it be called), her rear end thumping to the floor, leaving her dazed from the pain.

And for a third time, the brunette lifted her rival up, and then brought her agonizingly down, beads of sweat spraying from her battered body with the impact.  Kaley's eyes glazed over as she whined in anguish.  Suddenly, Leighton threw herself to her right, her legs still wrapped tight around the blonde's midsection, causing them both to roll over; Meester was on her stomach, propped up on her elbows, while Cuoco was turned upside down, her shoulders pressed to the carpet while her legs and rear end dangled in the air.  "One...two...three!" the brunette called out, signifying a pin.  Of course, pins don't count in a catfight, but Leighton wanted to show Kaley...and the elite spectators...just how helpless she was, that she could finish the blonde off any time she wished.

One of the spectators, clearly besotted with the icily gorgeous brunette, urged, "Finish her!", and Leighton decided that was a delicious idea.

Unwrapping her legs from her adversary, the brunette rose to her feet, bent down, and grabbed the groaning blonde by her hair to haul her up as well.  But even as Cuoco became vertical, a spark of fire ignited in her glassy eyes, and she suddenly drove a knife hand thrust of her fingers into Meester's solar plexus, startling Leighton, who gave a quick gasp of pain.  A heartbeat later, the veteran brawler drove her right palm up against her foe's chin, snapping the brunette's head back violently.  Pressing her sudden advantage, the blonde spun around, turning her back to Leighton, and reached up and back with her hands, grabbing two fistfuls of chestnut mane.  For a moment it looked as if Cuoco planned to snap mare her opponent over, but suddenly the blonde dropped to her knees, pulling Meester down with her, until Leighton's jaw cracked against her shoulder with a stunner.

The hold on her hair released, Leighton melted to the carpet with a moan, while Kaley swayed uncertainly on her knees, the sudden exertions nearly overwhelming her faded reserves of strength.  This pause in the action gave the brunette precious seconds to try and recover, so that when Cuoco finally did turn around on all fours to face her foe, Meester was already sitting up.  Like snarling hellcats they flung themselves at one another, rolling back and forth across the carpet, legs entwined as hands yanked hair, fingers dug into flesh, teeth snapped.  Ultimately, Kaley was able to bang the back of Leighton's head against the floor several times, momentarily stunning her.

Those moments were all Kaley, adrenaline now pumping, needed.  Climbing up to her feet, she pulled her opponent up by an arm and her hair, then slipped behind the brunette, where she wrapped her arms tight around Leighton's belly.  As Meester came out of her stupor, the blonde hissed into her ear, "What do you say we see just how high you can bounce, sweetcheeks?"  The brunette's frightened eyes went wide as saucers as she began to beg, "No, don't, please...!"

But her pleas fell on deaf ears as, with a loud grunt, Kaley hoisted her adversary up high, then brought her back down...with Leighton's rear end slamming into Cuoco's knee for an atomic drop!  Simultaneously, the blonde opened her arms, and the impact sent Meester flying forward...and crashing atop her 'ringside' admirer with such force, the impact knocked his chair backward, sending the two of them crashing to the floor in a heap of tangled limbs, much to the amusement of the other spectators.

Grabbing the badly dazed brunette by the ankles, Cuoco dragged her across the carpet to the center of the room, where she flipped her over onto her back.  Leighton moaned and squirmed feebly as Kaley planted a foot across her throat and pressed down long enough to drive the embattled brunette into semi-consciousness, and defeat.

[Sandman13]

Sofia closed in on the rapidly fading Kaley. She finished ripping of the final shreds of Kaley's red outfit and didn't stop tearing away until even the blonde's underwear was on the floor.
"So you think you're the biggest star on television, do you?" Sofia screamed at her sniveling foe. "You think you can just walk up and punch me and I will fall? Huh? You think that? Do you?" She punctuated each question with a solid punch to Kaley's naked body.
The blonde star was on her way out but Sofia still managed to land one more cracking right hook on Kaley's chin. Her big eyes crossed, her tongue lolled out and she gave a little "Oooo" before collapsing in a heap at Sofia's feet.
"I will keep these rags from this second rate skank!" Sofia snapped as she turned on her heel and stalked away proudly. Kaley was out cold but her long legs still twitched as her eyes stared up blankly at the ceiling.

[Jackflash Jump]

Rose Bertram vs Kaley Cuoco



Kaley doubled over, gasping heavily for breath, courtesy of her opponent's knee lift to the belly.  After such a long and grueling match, Rose knew she had victory within her grasp, and she did not hesitate to try and seize it.

This being the blonde Belgian beauty's first American catfight, she knew she'd make the biggest impression with a spectacular finish.  Having watched U.S. pro wrestling, she thought that the piledriver would be easy enough to do, while also wiping out her adversary.  So, Bertram grabbed Cuoco's hair and pulled the American's head down between her thighs, then leaned over and wrapped her arms around her waist.  Kaley whined in distress when she realized what her opponent has in mind, but she's still too dazed to pull free.

With a loud grunt, Rose hoists Kaley up, holding the American vertical for a long moment, before suddenly dropping down to her butt.  But this is where execution falls short of intention.  Not being trained in applying the piledriver, Bertram fails to make certain her victim's head remains firmly between her thighs.  The result is that Cuoco thrashes enough to pull her head free, so that Rose takes the full impact (with the weight of both women behind it) through her own tailbone, sending a jolt of agony right up her spine.

The Belgian squeals and flops to her side, her hands clutching at her aching read end.  Kaley pushes up to all fours and crawls over to her opponent.  Balling her fist, she lands three quick blows to Rose's head, stunning her.  Adrenaline pumping, Cuoco climbs to her feet, grabs Bertram by her flaxen mane, and hauls her up as well.  She then doubles the other blonde over and pushes Rose's head between her thighs.  "Now this is how you do a piledriver, sweetie," Kaley rasps.  "Take notes, because there will be a test later."

With an Amazonian roar, the American lifts her adversary up, holding her straight up and down for several heartbeats, Rose's feet pointing to the ceiling.  Kaley then drops down, making certain her foe's head remains tightly between her thighs.  The end result sees the crown of Rose's head spiking painfully into the floor.  She is unconscious before her lush body flops to the carpet.

Victorious, Kaley stands up and plants a foot on her beaten opponent and basks in the applause of the spectators.

[Jackflash Jump]

Amanda Seyfried vs Michelle Trachtenberg:  Santa's Elf Match



Snow swirled outside the windows of the penthouse high above Manhattan, but the real storm raged between its walls, as arch-rivals Amanda and Michelle, each garbed in Christmas raiment, battled one another for the title of 'Santa's Best Elf'.

As with their past battles, the two beauties were too evenly matched for one to dominate the other, so the brawl see-sawed back and forth between them, until now they battled exhaustion as much as one another.  At the moment, they were both on the floor, subjecting each other to dual ankle locks, while simultaneously trying to choke each other by pressing their free foot against their rival's throat.  As Trachtenberg and Seyfriend alternately grunted and gasped, it was becoming obvious that they could not continue this way, or else they would both pass out.

It was Amanda who acted first, pulling her foot off of Michelle's throat, only to them slam a kick into her face.  The brunette's eyes instantly went glassy as she gave a pained moan, but within instants she rallied herself and replied with a kick of her own to the blonde's face.  And so they battled, still agonizingly twisting each other's ankle, while with their other leg they lashed out again and again, smashing kicks into faces and heads.

But it wasn't long before Michelle was landing two kicks to every one of Amanda's, and then three.  Seyfried's blows grew weaker and erratic, her green eyes glazed and unfocused.  And then with a loud sigh she fell to her back, releasing her ankle hold.  Trachtenberg, likewise sore and dazed, shook her head to clear away some of the fog.  Releasing her own anklehold, she got to all fours and crawled over to her nemesis, sitting atop her chest and facing the blonde's legs, which she then grabbed and lifted.  Michelle then wriggled herself backward, until her red satin-covered derriere nestled firmly over Seyfried's face, her mini-skirt draping over the blonde's head like a shroud of defeat.  As she smothered her hated rival with a facesit, the brunette gave a wide smile and began to recite, "You know Dancer and Prancer, Comet and Vixen..."; Amanda's muffled cries seemed to answer her:  "MMMMFFFFF!   MMMMFFFFFF!  UUMMMMFFFFF!  MMMMFFFFHHHH!"  Seyfried's body then ceased its squirming and went limp, proclaiming her surrender to unconsciousness.

Tilting her head to the gathering of enraptured spectators, Michelle said with a joyous twinkle in her eye, "Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!"

[Taylor Hawkins]

Just wanted to share the "finish her" style recaps I wrote for the second Celebrity Wrestling Federation PPV as well as a link to the blog. Special thanks to tiger76 for the submission as well, enjoy the stories! As always, I'm more than happy to take match-up suggestions, so let me hear those as well!

http://celebritywrestlingfederation.blogspot.com/p/ppv-2.html

Link to the poll results as well: https://www.freecatfights.com/forums/index.php?topic=69360.0




Scarlett Johansson
Age: 33
Height: 5'4
Weight: 125 lbs
Bust: 32DD
Hometown: Manhattan, New York City, New York



Megan Fox
Age: 31
Height: 5'4
Weight: 115 lbs
Bust: 32B
Hometown: Oak Ridge, Tennessee

Scarlett Johansson (62%) defeats Megan Fox (38%)
"The sultry blonde was operating meticulously, seemingly re-energized by every throaty cry and moan of her raven-haired opponent. A slow starter, but she'd more than made up for it with an unstoppable snowball of momentum. Scarlett pressed the bare-assed Foxy into the corner turnbuckle, her bottoms long gone thanks to a flick of Scarlett's wrist that sent them slingshotting into the crowd, savoring the mouthwatering view as she split Megan's legs and draped each of her bronzed thighs over opposing middle ropes. Strung up and helpless to retaliate, Megan pleadingly extended an unsteady hand and mewled for mercy, her other palm cupping her vulnerable, spread mound. Through the crooks in her fingers however, the thin landing strip shaven just above Megan's bare cxnt was still peeking through, acting as a perfect mark for the retreating Scarlett.

With a furious cry Scarlett crow-hopped forward and slung her foot between Megan's spread legs, an explosion of flesh-on-flesh erupting as Fox let out a horrified squeal. The tatted brunette melted to the canvas face first, folding over at the waist as her lithe frame unraveled from between her rubber shackles. Megan coughed and sputtered as her uncontrollable twisting and writhing brought her to her backside, peeling her eyes open to see an even more devastating sight; Scarlett's milky orbs closing in over her pained face.

The blonde willingly shimmied out of her cherry red sports bra, allowing her heaving bosom to spill free before dropping to her knees at Megan's shoulders. With an indelible smile and before Fox could even open her mouth to squeal, the blonde's DD's completely engulfed Megan's head. Johansson's fleshy pair mushroomed against the brunette's bucking form, her yelps and shouts almost inaudible through the blonde's chest. Scarlett was merciless, cradling the back of Megan's skull and sucking her even further between her cleavage in an unbreakable reverse breast smother. Megan's legs pumped desperately against the mat, fingers tangling in silky blonde locks but never challenging Scarlett's resolve. Foxy finally began to slow after a few breathless moments in Scarlett's iron-clad breast smother; her concerted efforts to squirm free slowly growing more and more uncoordinated before stopping altogether as her four limbs fell limp in unison. As Megan began to twitch and spasm into unconsciousness, Scarlett finally found it fit to raise off her lifeless foe, revealing the sweat-soaked features of the beaten brunette. As the elongated 3-count rang out, Scarlett sensually slithered over Fox, delicately brushing her fingers up and down Megan's laboriously-rising abdomen, grazing over her naval before tracing her bare cxnt. Without so much as a word of celebration, Scarlett bent down and laid a gentle kiss on Megan's forehead before raising both arms in victory."

- Submission by Taylor Hawkins




Michelle Trachtenberg
Age: 32
Height: 5'7
Weight: 125 lbs
Bust: 32B
Hometown: New York City, New York



Keira Knightley
Age: 32
Height: 5'7
Weight: 115 lbs
Bust: 32A
Hometown: Teddington, London, UK

Michelle Trachtenberg (60%) defeats Keira Knightley (40%)
"The entire ring was still violently quaking as the battered Brit lie face down on the mat, arms awkwardly folded up beneath her slight frame, the only hint of movement being the jiggle of her plump derri?re twitching in unison with the springy canvas. Michelle exhaustedly picked herself up from alongside Knightley with a noticeable grimace, struggling much more to put away the wiry brunette even after landing a brutal DDT that nearly spiked the Brit's skull through the canvas.

With a sluggish shove, Michelle sloshed the staggered Knightley to her back, her limbs flopping spread eagle with a gutteral groan as she rolled over. The brunette's fluttering eyes were met with a disgruntled scoff from Michelle, knowing she had to dig even deeper to finish this even if the last few moments had been one-sided. Michelle knelt over an already stark nude Knightley on her haunches, dismissively planting a stabilizing hand on one of the brunette's diminutive breasts as if she knew Knightley's chances in this fight were behind her.

Once she caught her breath, Michelle slung one of her toned legs over Keira's fragile frame, straddling the motionless Brit as she blankly stared up into the rafters. With verbose encouragement from those looking on, Michelle sat back and eclipsed Keira's expressionless face with her bubbly ass, wiggling and grinding her backside over the Brit's nose and mouth as Keira suddenly sprang back to life. The desperate revival was short-lived however, as the brunette's token resistance was quickly quelled and snuffed out by Michelle's fleshy reverse schoolgirl face-sit. Michelle could hardly be bothered with the Brit's squirming, cupping each of Keira's pert breasts and riding out the frenzied bucking until she sputtered to a stop. Michelle gave her pommel horse one last sensual grind of her hips before sliding off the unconscious Brit, scooping up her loose top and bottoms off the canvas before adding them to Swift's in her trophy case."

- Submission by Taylor Hawkins

Michelle Trachtenberg (60%) defeats Keira Knightley (40%)
"Keira must have thought she was entering a beauty contest not a wrestling match,the English rose was adorned with earrings and jewellery,as catcalls greeted her ring walk by the mainly American audience,her 32A breasts spilling out of her tight black dress her dark brown hair hung loosely,"WHERE'S THIS YANKEE BITCH WHO'S ASS I'M GONNA KICK TONIGHT" yelled the Brit entering the ring,this outburst brought more booing from the home fans"i'm right here you limey tart" and Michelle emerged from the crowd in sexy lingerie her blue eyes staring intently at Keira"this is my turf KeiK and your pathetic Brit ass will be getting spanked tonight" the crowd roared at this and Michelle entered the ring "come on then" she challenged Keira to a test of strength with a fingerlock,Keira was reluctant to engage given Michelle's weight advantage,but couldn't be seen to refuse so finally raised her arms,despite Keira's frantic efforts Michelle easily pushed the Briton backwards and then slowly down towards the ring floor,realising she was outgunned Keira tried to dis-engage but Michelle had too firm a grip on her wrists which were being bent painfully "never mind Beckham" joked the New Yorker "bend it like Mich" finally Keira managed to escape this hold,but her respite was short as Mich resorted to old-school tactics and yanked Keira by her hair dragging her towards the ropes,Keira's mammeries were bouncing out of her tight outfit,giving the devilish Michelle an idea she placed Keira's tits on the middle rope and proceeded to run the full length of the ring rubbing Keira's breasts against the tough material "AAAAAAARRRRRGGGGGGGGGGHH" screeched Keira her tits starting to bleed from this punishment,the crowd roared their approval "ENCORE,ENCORE,ENCORE" they urged "got to please my audience K" and a smirking Michelle repeated the move,by the time she had finished Kiera was a sobbing wreck her dress had ripped her tits were bleeding heavily and her manicured brown mane was tangled and sweating "HAD ENOUGH BITCH"demanded Mich,Keira was too breathless too answer "YOU WANT MORE BITCH OK!" Michelle eyed her stricken foe who was sobbing seated in the ring holding her throbbing tits,"hum" mused the American "that pretty face of yours could do with a makeover" and she nailed the Brit with three haymakers,Keira could do nothing but sink to the canvas prone,somehow she was still conscious but her pretty features were no more,she sported a busted lip and her dark brown eyes were swelling,"time for a finale" Michelle clapped to the crowd and they responded eagerly "now you pathetic Brit let me show you some real tits",and Michelle unhooked her lingerie revealing her 32B bust which she proceeded to plant on Keira's sobbing face easily smothering the wimpering Briton with her breasts,Keira briefly resisted attempting to kick her legs but Michelle was much too strong and soon Keira was in dreamland,Michelle couldn't leave without stripping the tattered remains of Keira's dress and throwing the garment into the raucous audience "USA!USA!USA!" they chorused as Michelle posed for her victory pose atop the now comatosed Keira her blue eyes gleaming."

- Submission by tiger76




Stana Katic
Age: 39
Height: 5'9
Weight: 125 lbs
Bust: 32B
Hometown: Hamilton, Ontario, Canada



Lindsay Lohan
Age: 31
Height: 5'5
Weight: 115 lbs
Bust: 32D
Hometown: New York City, New York

Lindsay Lohan (52%) defeats Stana Katic (48%)
"Lindsay slouched exhaustedly against the corner turnbuckle; an arm slung over the top rope as her tousled crimson locks concealed the look of agony etched across her twisted face, her mammoth pair freely teardropping toward the canvas. Katic's wiry, bronzed frame was a stark contrast to the milky curves of her opponent; confidently puffing out her pert chest as she towered over the defunct redhead, dangling what was left of Lindsay's jet black bra out in front of her chin. All the redhead could muster was an unconvincing snarl, scoffing at Katic's playful taunt at having leveled the playing field, both women's tops now littering the ring floor.

Katic had been surgical; she had to be given her age. On the other hand, no one would mistake Lohan for a singles hitter, recklessly going for the homerun knockout at every opportunity and too-routinely grasping at air. Before Lindsay could find her second (or third) wind, the brunette was once again a half-step ahead; craning one of her pendulous gams up into Lindsay's windpipe. The redhead bucked and spasmed for oxygen, gagging as Katic planted the arch of her foot just below her chin and threatened to submit the shorter Lohan with the Keibler special - a brutal corner leg choke. Stana began to aggressively inch forward and dig into the choke as Lindsay desperately squirmed to slip free, her tippy toes pedaling nothing but air as the small of her back arched over the top of the steel turnbuckle.

With Katic nearly doing a full split, the seemingly impossible happened. Whether it was a dexterous reach by the redhead or simply a blunder on Stana's part in moving too close, Lindsay's frantic reaching finally hit paydirt. The brunette suddenly let out a shrill squeal as Lohan's prying fingers found the crotch of Stana's bikini bottoms, viciously ripping the stretchy lycra material toward her in a frontal wedgie. Stana's legs seemed to instantly go weak, her thighs pinching shut as she aborted the chokehold and instead began to gingerly claw at Lohan's devious deathgrip. Lindsay continued to tug and twist, mercilessly splitting Katic's quaking thighs with the unforgiving spandex. With an ear-splitting *rip*, the material finally gave way, the crotch of Stana's bottoms shredding in Lindsay's palm.

Tears began to well in the corners of her eyes as the brunette pirhouette away from the cackling redhead, gently cupping her bare crotch in crippling agony as she rudderlessly stumbled toward the center of the ring. Sensing the finish line, Lohan leapt toward Katic; hopping onto the brunette's turned back and snaking her forearm around Stana's delicate neck. Katic began to throatily gurgle as Lindsay's boa-like grip tightened; drunkenly stumbling backwards before careening into the ropes, all while prying helplessly at Lohan's sweaty forearms. Lindsay clung to the listless brunette like a shawl, completely draping herself over Stana's shoulders until finally her knees buckled under their combined weight. Stana collapsed to her knees with a canvas-quaking *thud* before falling backwards into Lindsay's lap, her eyelashes subtly fluttering as a stream of drool sloshed across the redhead's locked wrists. Feeling her own strength rapidly fading, Lohan attempted to evolve the submission hold to one more devastating; looping her heels around the insides of Stana's thighs and prying her legs apart, simultaneously upping the rib-crushing pressure she was putting on the brunette's slender midsection. Katic's thoughtless squirming lasted only a few more anxious moments, gently pawing at Lindsay's wrists as her eyes rolled into the back of her head, her nude, lanky frame beginning to sickeningly convulse in Lindsay's lap. All four limbs finally fell slack, spread eagle against the mat as Lohan made sure to wring her neck once more before dismissively slinging her to the mat. Stana flopped motionless to her backside, no more than a crumpled heap of bare flesh as Lindsay rose to her feet and victoriously planted her foot on the brunette's bare mound for a 3-count.

"Nada-and fucking-TWO! Can't hang with the big girls, can you Katic?!" Lindsay venomously barked, staring side-eyed at the twitching brunette before grinding her heel between Stana's spread legs and dipping out of the ring."

- Submission by Taylor Hawkins




Alison Brie
Age: 34
Height: 5'3
Weight: 110 lbs
Bust: 32C
Hometown: Hollywood, Los Angeles, California



Emma Watson
Age: 27
Height: 5'5
Weight: 115 lbs
Bust: 32B
Hometown: Paris, France

Emma Watson (53%) defeats Alison Brie (47%)
"The two pocket-sized sluggers stood dead center of the ring trading stomach-churning strikes; a piercing uppercut to the brunette's taut belly, a fleshy knee to the redhead's rib cage, a bone-rattling elbow to Alie's hanging jaw. Emma stalked after the reeling brunette, tugging her close by the waistband of Brie's offset bottoms as the slack-jawed Alison drunkenly retreated clutching her chin. The preceeding action could be separated by the width of a postcard as two of America's Sweethearts jostled for position in the proverbial rankings.

Emma stood on the edge of a razorblade as far as momentum was concerned in this topsy-turvy match, wrangling the hunched brunette by a handful of her scraggly pony tail and tucking her rosy cheeks between her thighs. Emma finally cracked a wry smile through exhausted panting for oxygen, giving her bubbly derri?re a playful shake as the hapless brunette's skull remained trapped between her toned thighs.

Despite being in prime powerbomb position, the redhead couldn't even muster that much; instead simply pulling the floor out from the resigned Brie. Alison's cranium rattled face-first off the canvas as Emma's lower half went limp and she dropped to her knees, the brunette's limbs exploding outward and splaying out to all four corners of the ring. Emma laboriously rolled the brunette to her backside to reveal Brie out cold, eyes rolled into the back of her skull as Emma went for the pin; affectionately concealing a minor wardrobe malfunction with a full-body cover for the 3-count."

- Submission by Taylor Hawkins

[Jackflash Jump]

A Trachs two-fer?  Heavenly!  My thanks to you both, and I can't wait to see the next round of matches.   

[boobytrap]

that megan fox one is a hall of famer

[Jackflash Jump]

Abigail Breslin vs Ariel Winter



Abigail careened the length of the ring, propelled by her opponent's Irish whip.  As her body turns around, it's her spine that takes the brutal impact as she smashes into the turnbuckles.  Stunned, arms draped over the top ropes, the blonde stares glassy-eyed at Ariel.

From the opposite corner, the brunette gives a smirking half-smile, and then charges toward her rival with all of the speed and power she can muster.  As she nears her target, she suddenly leaves her feet, leaping forward, chest thrust out like twin wrecking balls of destruction.  Her breasts slam into those of Breslin like sledgehammers, the crushing impact drawing loud grunts from both battlers.

The blonde's eyes go vacant, indicating that she is, for all intents and purposes, KO'd, although she still stands...however shakily...in the corner.  But the impact has done its damage on Winter as well; although she retains consciousness, her legs can't take the strain of staying upright.  They crumple, and she lands on her rear end, looking up at her battered adversary.

But the visage of triumph on Ariel's face turns to panic as she suddenly sees the devastatingly dazed Abigail pitch forward like a felled redwood.  Breslin's body lands squarely upon Winter's, the knocked out blonde pure dead weight, their breasts pancaking together.  Ariel squirms frantically beneath her nemesis, but lacks the power to throw her off.  All she can do is wail "NO!  NOOO!"  NOOOOOOOOOOO!" as the referee slaps his hand to the canvas three times, awarding the match to Breslin by pinfall!

[Jackflash Jump]

Diana Argon vs Kaley Cuoco: Battle for the New Year



Fireworks erupted over Manhattan as the clock struck midnight, but the real pyrotechnics were happening withing the walls of a penthouse high above 5th Avenue.

The two blondes were back to back, chests heaving as they panted for breath, their skin glistening with perspiration, their hair disheveled, and their designer cocktail dresses torn to tatters.  Diana reached her arms up and back, clasping her hands beneath her opponent's chin for a chin lock.  As Argon suddenly dropped to her knees, pulling the still-standing Kaley backward, arching her spine to an agonizing degree, Cuoco let out a sharp groan of pain.  The sound of her rival's anguish brought a mischievous sneer to Diana's face.  She was winning, she knew it, and it wouldn't be long now before victory was hers.

Kaley knew it as well; it had been a hard-fought battle for nearly thirty full minutes, with both blondes evenly matched.  But for the past five minutes, the advantage had been entirely Argon's, and she was simply out-wrestling Cuocco.  If the embattled beauty had any remaining hope of turning the tide and triumphing, she knew she had to do something drastic...and quickly!

Grabbing tight to the wrists of her tormentor, Kaley planted her feet firmly to the floor..and then suddenly executed a backflip, her curvaceous body arcing gracefully through the air, until it nearly completed a 360? rotation.  What brought it to a halt was Cuoco slamming her feet into her bewildered adversary's torso, sending Diana flat onto her back, stunned.

Standing over her rival, Kaley now began to stomp her foot again and again down upon Argon's belly, breasts and face, smashing her into a deep daze.  Once she was satisfied that Diana was pounded to the point of haplessness, Cuoco halted.  She bent forward a bit, placing her hands on her knees as she gulped into air, taking a few moments to catch her wind and rally her fading vestiges of strength for the finale.

That came by dropping to her knees, shoving the moaning Argon over onto her belly, mounting her back, and locking a Camel Clutch on her.  The sharp crackle of pain to her neck and spine shocked Diana from her stupor, but she was too battered and spent to offer any resistance greater than loud sobs.  After what must have seemed like an agonizing eternity to the poor girl...but in truth was barely a minute...Diana cried out, "NO MORE!  I SUBMIT!  LET ME GO!"

With a smug grin on her face, Kaley released her hold, but remained seated upon her vanquished opponent.  Brushing an errant lock of hair away from her face, Cuoco beamed with pride as a sash bearing 2018 across it was placed around her, and she was declared Celeb Catfighter of the New Year!

Happy New Year to one and all!

[Jimi]

Awww, Diana

Great work as always, JackFlash! What a way to bring in the new year!

[Xtra164]

Emma Watson vs. Kristen Stewart




New year, same results between the two bitter rivals. Emma yet again challenged her arch nemesis to a bout, hoping to kick off 2018 riding high and basking in triumph, only for Kristen to crash her party like she's done so many times before. Stewart would zero in on specifically Watson's purposely exposed mid-section with a barrage of gut punches, stomach strikes and tummy takedowns. Even after disrobing Emma's already skimpy outfit down even further to her bra and panties after ripping her jean jacket away and yanking her short shorts down and off, Kristen remained lazer-focused on her opponents soft and yielding belly as if it was her own personal punching bag.

After a methodical and merciless pounding Kristen decided to go in for the kill. Squashing Emma never got old for her and even still in 2018, it felt just as good as the first time she whipped Watson's skinny little English ass around the ring years before and since. Stewart crotched down in the corner and waited for a disoriented Watson to turn around on wobbly legs before shooting out towards her like a cannon and connecting her front shoulder with Watson's caved in tummy for a ring-shaking spear that almost snapped Emma completely in half. As if that wasn't enough, which it was most certainly was to end the match but not quite sufficient enough for Stewart's insatiable thrist for Watson's blood, Kristen was to add one more exclamation point on her victory. With Emma spread-eagled and knocked out, Kristen quickly climbed up the turnbuckle, motioned to the roaring crowd and jumped high in the air cocking her elbow out and driving it right down onto Emma's stomach! It was a perfect bullseye by Stewart as the impact from the elbow drop caused Emma's upper body and limbs to flop up and back down to the mat; her eyes rolled to the back of her head and her tongue hanging out of her mouth.

Kristen got up to her feet and proceeded to actually waltz right atop her flattened foe with one foot on that beyond abused belly and her other foot plopped right on Emma's zonked out face for a sensational victory pose; camera flashes across the arena all documenting Kristen's domination of Emma for seemingly the hundredth time.

[Ginny38]

Not sure why, but I'VE always thought of Stewart as kind of a "snake" who'd be dangerous in a fight, while poor Emma comes across as a sweetheart who couldn't hurt a fly. (Based in the results of most of the stories about them, I seem to be in the majority!)

[AKMaster]

Not sure why, but I'VE always thought of Stewart as kind of a "snake" who'd be dangerous in a fight, while poor Emma comes across as a sweetheart who couldn't hurt a fly. (Based in the results of most of the stories about them, I seem to be in the majority!)

Boooooo to this. Emma stronger than people think, and despite the fact she's a sweethaert, people forget that there have been strong faces in fighting. To be frank, I'm not a fan of this recent trend of Emma being a creampuff, and while I dont mind her losing, her being a jobber is intolerable to me. I just might have to do something about it....

Also, the results between Kristen and Emma have been more even in general (a good thing in my opinion for a good rivarly, we dont want to Dawn Marie, Torrie Wilson it after all), so I'm not sure you're in the majority.